What's terrible is that Cthulhu's blood volume has dropped all the way, and his blood recovery ability can't keep up.
These Cthulhu believers are not strong, they are not true gods, and they do not have god-like observation capabilities.
On the contrary, Colin and other true god players who sneaked away to watch the battle saw it most clearly.
They looked up and saw that the nameless fog in the Raleye area was swallowed up by the disappearing black hole, revealing the traceless starry sky.
Cthulhu's huge, inexplicable form stands in the middle of the universe, infinitely large, as if the entire universe can barely accommodate his enlarged version of his body.
Although there is a green blood regeneration special effect on the blood bar that is losing blood like crazy, in front of the True God players, what they see is not a special effect, but a regular power competition between blood reduction and blood regeneration.
"Amon is so powerful that he unilaterally crushed Cthulhu."
"Cthulhu's blood regeneration is not enough. If he doesn't have new means to kill Amon, he will definitely die."
Colin looked at the long health bar, and the forces of various rules were head-on. However, Amon's rules were stronger and more domineering, and the balance of advantage was also tilting towards Amon.
"If Amon had used another attack method, Cthulhu would have regained full health long ago. Amon is really ridiculously strong. Which path did he take?"
"Not sure."
Colin smiled bitterly. If it weren't for this divine battle, it would be difficult for him to see how strong Amon really is.
Looking at it now, it is still unfathomable. Even the second boss BOSS can't do anything to Ke Meng.
The evil god Cthulhu also noticed that no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to smooth out the drop in health.
If he hadn't also researched the power of rules in the field of health, he would have been instantly killed by Kemeng.
"..." Cthulhu made a series of sounds of unknown meaning.
Kemen was pulling the opponent's lifeline, and he immediately felt Cthulhu's ultimate move.
The deep voice contained the power of dream rules and penetrated Kemeng's head.
Even if Kemen closes his hearing, these sounds can directly invade Kemen through the relationship between "dream host and host".
This relationship comes from the system. Because he has controlled Cthulhu's body in dreams many times, this relationship has become an unbreakable relationship.
Although Kemon has also done some research on dreams, he is still a little overwhelmed in the face of Cthulhu's area of expertise.
This is the opponent's trick. Cthulhu is very knowledgeable about the rules of dreams, otherwise he would not be able to open up the dreams of billions of people into a super dream world.
In the blink of an eye.
Kemon was dragged into Cthulhu's improvised dream world.
…
I don’t know how long it took.
Ke Meng could feel that his body had gone through several reincarnations, and that his life had died and been reborn again and again.
"Mr. Ke, is it so early?"
A gentle greeting like Mrs. Chen made Ke Meng wake up from his dream.
This is Blue Star, his home.
Kemon is a true god and has not forgotten the past. He remembered everything in an instant and knew that he was fighting Cthulhu.
But his soul has fallen into a dream created by Cthulhu.
"This dream has to be broken."
Ke Meng looked into the distance. The sun was rising in the distant sky, but the light could not cover the shadow outline that was so majestic that it covered the sky.
The outline of the head is like an octopus head, with countless tentacles and beards on the chin, and the fat body is indescribable. In short, it can be in any shape, it all depends on your inner imagination.
Ke Meng blinked and heard Mrs. Chen's greetings from downstairs again.
"Mr. Ke? Do you want breakfast?"
Looking downstairs, the shadow under Mrs. Chen's feet stretched out countless twisted tentacles.
"No, thank you."
Ke Meng stretched out his hand in the air, trying to activate his shadow-grabbing hand, but he missed it and caught nothing.
"By the way, this is a dream he fabricated, which can distort my cognition."
Kemon soon understood why the shadow-grabber failed.
Mrs. Chen sprayed disinfectant, walked into the house, and rolled out the breakfast cart.
Chen Momo rushed out and raised his hand towards him. As he shook his head with the octopus headdress on his hair, some kind of voice seemed to rise in his heart: "Good morning, Brother Amon, do you want to have breakfast?"
There were also twisted shadows under Chen Momo's feet, teeth and claws showing, as if to demonstrate to Ke Meng.
Ke Meng felt something and looked back at his own shadow.
I saw the morning light pulling out a deep black shadow, stretching from the soles of the feet to the wall, and the twisted shape was covered with tentacles, like the shadow of a demonized monster.
Kemen moved his arms, and several tentacles danced in the dark shadow, as if he was not a person, but a monster.
"No, this is fake." Kemeng didn't believe it was his shadow.
After he became a god, his shadow was no longer a concrete object that could be defined at will.
Kemeng's shadow can change as he wishes, and the shape of the shadow can be completely produced by his heart.
But at this moment, the shadow moved with his hand, which was obviously not in line with Kemeng's knowledge.
This obvious cognitive difference allowed Kemeng to find a breakthrough.
Kemen walked out of the room, went to the street, and refused today's breakfast.
Chen Momo felt very sad, but Kemeng felt a strange dream danger from the food. It was a thing called habit. As long as you follow the habits set by the dream, you can be assimilated into the dream and become a dream member.
"Thanks, I'm really not hungry."
Then, as he took steps to move, the shadows under his feet would move with him.
Kemen just observed his own shadow, moving towards the giant transparent shadow on the horizon. Only that giant shadow was real, and everyone else was a fabricated virtual person.
One step, ten steps, a hundred steps, a thousand steps.
The shadow changed with him, but Kemeng's heart was trying to change the shape of the shadow.
After watching more, you will naturally see the connection between the shadow and him, and then through this connection, you can peek into the rules and composition of the dream world behind it.
"I found your flaw."
Ke Meng's eyes flashed, and as his magic power surged, he stretched out his hand to pinch his own shadow.
His shadow is the embodiment of Cthulhu's will. He tried to use dreams to transform Kemeng's thinking, corrode him from the dream, and use habits to wear away Kemeng's spirituality, making Kemeng the evil god clone of the second week's boss.
But Kemeng did not surrender. He woke up from the dream of several reincarnations, and within a few minutes, he instantly saw through the distorted cognition in the dream and corrected his cognitive thinking.
With this stretch of hand, he pinched a lifeline representing Cthulhu.
As he pinched it, the evil god Cthulhu knew something was wrong.
The dream is no longer effective on Kemeng after he wakes up, and his blood will continue to decrease until he dies.
He didn't want to see that.
Ever since, Cthulhu has entangled his lifeline with Kemon.
Either life or death.
Ke Meng also felt the loss of life force, as if he would die if he squeezed it any longer.
"It's useless, I can already see the true face of the dream." Blood spilled from Kemeng's mouth, but his eyes were firm.
The five fingers of his right hand moved, gripped tighter, and pulled it out by the roots.
"Kemen!" The evil god shouted angrily in Kemeng's home language for the first time.
"Die in peace. It is impossible for us to coexist. We can only choose one of the two!" Kemen calmly cut off Cthulhu's lifeline.
At that moment, the evil god died, and Kemeng's own life force was instantly emptied.
Cthulhu was very powerful and used a desperate strategy against Kemon, hoping that he would let him go, but Kemon still killed him by force at the cost of his own life.
After pinching off the lifeline, the huge blurred shadow in the background of the universe fell.
The Dreamland ground cracked underfoot, and countless Dreamland people called for help.
The white light engulfed everyone, and then the white light turned black. The two main forces supporting the dream were no longer there, and it instantly collapsed to zero point.
…
An unknown little world of demons.
The bright red magma slowly squirms and spits out huge amounts of sulfide gas.
In the center of the magma, on a piece of rock that never melts, stands a cross.
A vague silhouette of a human figure is in an inverted shape, with its hands spread straight out and its legs stretched upwards. It is nailed to the cross without blinking its eyes.
The next second.
The humanoid creature on the cross shook its eyelids and suddenly showed signs of life.
